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Roommates Meme

The Roommates Meme

Whether its in the dorms at college or just because it costs too much to live alone, sometimes you just end up sharing a living space with someone else. A roommate. Or even more than one. Sometimes they're your friends and others you hate their guts. Its not always easy adjusting to living with other people.

- Post with your characters, listing name and canon in the subject line along with any prefs.
- The person that replies is now your character's roommate.
- Either set a scenario of your own or use the RNG to pick one.
- Have fun threading things out!

1. Moving In - Say hello to your brand new roomie! They're moving in today. Are you going to help them with their boxes? Hopefully you get along.

2. Moving Out - For whatever reason, you're parting ways. One of you is moving out. Will it be a tearful goodbye or are you going to tell them not to let the door hit them on the way out?

3. Best Friends - You and your roommate have been together a long while and you've become great friends. Hang out, order a pizza, watch TV. Have some fun with this great person you live with!

4. Angry! - Maybe they left the bathroom a mess. Maybe they're just way too loud at night or they ate the last of your cereal. Whatever the reason, you're angry at your roommate. Maybe they're mad too. Have a fight or try to work it out somehow.

5. Falling for them - You didn't think it would happen but it has. That roommate of yours is just your type and you've fallen for them. Will you tell them or keep it to yourself? Maybe they already know and are trying to figure out things for themselves.

6. Wildcard - Roll again or pick your own. Whatever looks fun.

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Pretty much.

"That's not what I what, what?" Nick makes some sense.

"Oh. ok then." So he didn't smile differently when he talked about him. Great. Way to get your hopes up. Monroe should have known better. It's pretty damn obvious Nick loved his girlfriend or he wouldn't have been so upset about the break up. His face drops. He drinks more. Guess who's heading into being an emo drunk. This guy.

"Choices? Like what?" She gave him an ultimatum? That was just a horrible idea.

Best friend? They're best friends? That's not completely what he wants but that means that he won't probably ditch him when he finally reads the books. And it's been awhile since he's had a best friend. He finishes the last of his beer and reaches for another one. "That's the only thing Coors is good for."

"Really? It happens to me everyday." Ok it never happens, Hap didn't usually have serious girlfriends. And he had been with Angelina. No one cheated on her. That was her thing. "Why would I care what she thinks."

Way he worried about it. "You ok with her thinking that?"

Nick wasn't grossed out by the idea right? Clearly he needs to drink more. Glug glug.

Monroe actually smiles. It's a drunken smile but still. "How sad it that?"

"But really there's nothing else I'd rather be doing." Monroe doesn't Nick shoulder touch thing. Or at least tries to.

Nick frowns for a moment at that, because he has no idea what Monroe's talking about. Then he - sort of remembers. "You said 'that's not what I-' but then you cut off."

And Nick notices that face dropping. Of course he does, he's Nick. But because he's also heading into drunk Nick, he feels the need to comment on it, to make it better. "She's probably right. I don't remember ever smiling as much as I do when I talk to you."

That question about choices deserves another drink. "About how I needed to rethink my priorities. I was a cop before we got together, she knew how important my job is, but somewhere that changed, and she started making comments about knowing what it's like having a guy disappear on you. She never outright said you or her, but this last phone call, she came pretty close."

Yeah, they're best friends. As far as Nick's concerned, anyway, and this time he didn't even stutter when he said it! "If you had any Coors around here, I'd have to throw it in your face."

Nick just raises an eyebrow at that. Yeah, Monroe, he doesn't believe that it happens every day at all. "I don't know. Guess I thought you might just be weirded out by the idea of me being in love with you."

He laughs at Monroe's question, then downs the rest of whatever number of beer he's on, because he doesn't actually know how else to reply to that. "She broke up with me, Monroe. I don't give a shit what she thinks any more." And that's - mean, too mean. He sighs. "I don't like that she thought I'd be tempted to cheat. But the rest of it-" He shrugs.

Time for another beer. And then he smiles back at Monroe. "It's not sad. It's what I want. I never wanted more than being a detective, helping people and stopping bad guys, hanging out with my friends and having someone who understood to - to spend time with." He falters briefly there, because he'd almost said 'to come back home to.'

Then his smile grows. "Really? Even though I shoved my way in here, regardless of what you wanted?"

"I did?" Part of it is that he's too drunk to remember exactly what it was, the other part of it was that he knew it had something to do with feelings. More specifically feelings about Nick. So he wasn't bothering to try and remember what he had been saying.

Monroe smiles when Nick says he smiles when he talks to him. Nick does smile a lot when he's at Monroe's house. "You smile a lot."

"She's kinda a bitch. Just saying." She knew he was a cop, what did she expect?

Monroe snorts, "Dude at least throw it at my chest. I don't wanna risk getting any in my mouth."

Nick's in love with him? Seriously? Playing that back in his head he catches onto the word 'idea' and now he's back to being sad. "I wouldn't be weirded out by that."

Would Nick be weirded out by that? Because if he was then Monroe should either stop drinking or drink more. He's going to go with drink more right now. He needs it.

"The rest of it?" Go on? That's the part about Monroe right? Talk about that more. He can take it.

"I wasn't all that happy in the beginning, but things have gotten more interesting since I stopped slamming the door on your face." He smiles back at Nick. See he can be ok with them just being bros.

"Yeah," Nick agrees, then eyes the bottle of beer in his hand. "But I'm not sure how many drinks ago that was, so I have no idea what you were replying to."

He's smiling at Monroe's comment even before he finds amusement in the fact that his automatic response to Monroe saying he smiles a lot is to smile. "I take my happiness where I can get it. Lately, that's mostly with you."

Nick makes a face at that. "She wasn't always like this. It's not all her fault, I - I have been working more lately, with the Grimm stuff, too. And I have been lying to her a lot, and I have liked spending time with you more than I did with her lately, and it's just - we just don't fit." He's said that before, he knows, but it's all he's got right now.

Then he laughs, taking another drink of his beer. "That's what you'd get for keeping it around the house, man."

He moves to drink from the bottle again, but pauses when Monroe says he wouldn't be weirded out if Nick was in love with him. Wait, what? That's not the kind of thing you just say to something. 'Yeah, man, it'd be totally cool if you were in love with me.' Unless you just want the ego boost of someone being in love with you, but that doesn't sound like Monroe.

No, wait, Nick'd said 'idea.' That... doesn't change it all that much. All right, Nick's just going to have to go with Monroe speaking in purely hypothetical terms, because he's not sure he can handle it otherwise. "Good, that lack of being weirded out will come in handy in the future." ...what you're trying to imply there, Nick?

It takes Nick a moment to realize what Monroe is talking about with 'the rest of it,' then he shrugs. "I'm not giving up being a detective or a Grimm, if she still knew me at all she should have known that. The points she made about you, well, they were true, even if she doesn't understand the why behind some of them. I guess - she can think what she wants."

He chuckles softly at that. "Interesting's one word for it. But for what it's worth, I'm really glad you did stop trying to slam the door in my face." Emphasis on trying, there, since it never did work.

"And you think I remember." He wiggles his now empty bottle before grabbing his whatever number he's on bottle. What had they been talking about?

Monroe snorts. "Then you need to get out more."

"I don't know much about relationships, but I'm pretty good with break ups. Now's the point when you trash talk her. Not talk about how it's not her fault." Come on Nick, now's the time to get angry and talk about keying her car. "Besides it's not like she can do any better than you."

He snorts. "Come on that stuff was never meant for consumption."

No that doesn't sound like Monroe. The only reason he'd be ok with it would be because then he'd have a boyfriend. And he wouldn't have to come up with hundreds of reasons why he shouldn't kiss him. Come on Nick use those awesome detective skills and Grimm psychic powers.

Can't handle it in anything other than hypothetical terms. Right he'll just slink off into his drunken corner, tail between his legs.

"It'll come in handy?" Did he sound hopeful? He probably shouldn't have, it'll make things awkward. But the alcohol is getting to his brain, and being hopeful doesn't seem like that big of a deal right now.

"Oh that's the rest." Why does that sound a little sulky. Right, stupid optimistic drunk Monroe. He hates that guy. The whys behind everything with Monroe was Grimm stuff. "No one cares what she thinks."

Right just bros. Get your bro face on. His what? He smiles slightly. "Yeah it makes it easier for you to barge in."

"Yeah, good point, I have a way better memory than you, and even I can't remember it." Beer good?

Nick laughs. "No I don't. I get out plenty. Way too much, actually, if I had more time to myself all I'd want to do is hang out here with you."

And there's another chuckle at that. "Apparently I can't even manage to do break-ups right. All right, she was too... boring. Normal. And I thought I wanted that, you know, but when it came down to it, what I really want is someone who understands. Who I don't have to hide stuff from. And she could never keep up with me, I always had to reign in the snark around her."

He reaches out to clink his bottle against Monroe's. "Amen to that. You're coming with me next time I go drinking with the Hank and Wu, man, I need someone on my side."

He's working on it. His awesome detective skills and Grimm psychic powers are a little bit dulled right now, considering how many beers he's had. That, and considering the topic of their conversation is supposed to be about Nick's girlfriend dumping him, it's a little hard to imagine someone else being interested in him at the moment.

Only because he's not sure his drunken, just broken up with brain can handle Monroe wanting Nick to be in love with him. It might short circuit a little.

Nick laughs at Monroe's question. "Yeah. In the high likelihood that I fall in love with you some time in the future, at least I know you won't be weirded out by it and will be good enough to put up with me anyway." But unfortunately, because Nick's a troll, it's... kind of hard to tell whether he's serious or not.

"You were expecting something else?" he asks, frowning slightly. He's pretty sure he covered the rest of what Juliette thought, but it's harder to remember at the moment.

"And now that it's easier, I'll never stop barging," Nick informs him, standing up. "And speaking of, I'm going to barge my way over to the couch, because sitting in a chair getting drunk isn't nearly as fun as doing it on a couch." And also because Nick is a grabby drunk, and it's hard to get grabby at Monroe when he's across the table. He grabs Monroe's arm, tugging on him. "Come on."

"You have a better memory than me? So what Grimms are the elephants of the wesen world now?" Mmmmm beer. He takes another drink. What the hell are they even talking about?

"Really" Monroe looks at Nick like he's nuts. Who would want to hang out here? Seriously Nick needs to get out and have some fun. Go to a bar. Meet some woman. Not call her back. Have a normal person's life.

"There you go." See you can do the proper break up thing. And Monroe is sure he lied about the end of that. "Wait you can reign in the snark?

Monroe clinks back automatically. Wait why does Nick want him to go drinking with his friends? He takes another swig of his beer. "You want me to go out drinking with your friends? No, no, not a chance. That cannot turn out well."

It should be easy for Nick to imagine someone else being interested. Has he looked in a mirror? Ever?

You mean it isn't normally short circuited? Because that would explain a lot to Monroe.

"High likelihood?" Was that Nick trolling? Or was he really likely to fall in love with him? His drunk brain is having a hard time with that. He really wants to think Nick isn't trolling him but, well it's Nick.

"No?" Not expecting anything else. Just hoping something else. Well not hoping. Hoping meant he though there might be the smallest chance that it could come true. Dreaming maybe? Yeah dreaming that maybe there was some truth behind what she was scared of. And now he's finished his beer. Damn. Time for a new one.

"You better not." Monroe stands up, well kinda, and grabs the rest of the beers. He'd say he walked over to the couch except that it really couldn't be called walking. He's pretty much just staggering, but he gets to the couch.

"Apparently," Nick says, taking a drink as well. "Or maybe it's just me and my mad detective skills. Or the art thing, I don't know."

He makes a face. "Yes, really, and stop giving me that look. I'm not crazy for wanting to hang out with you. It's comfortable here. You know, when it's not being crazy and exciting and Grimm-y. It's a good mix." Nick doesn't want to meet some woman and not call her back, thanks. He's had enough of women for a while.

"I need to learn to stop what I'm saying one sentence sooner," Nick says with a laugh. "Yeah, I can reign it in. You think I snark at witnesses and family members and suspects all the time? I usually only do it with friends. It sucks having to reign it in, though."

Too late, Monroe clinked back. Now the deal is sealed. "It can turn out amazingly. You'll have fun, it'll just be Hank and Wu."

There's more important things than looks, geez. Apparently Nick is too much of a detective and a Grimm for someone to be interested.

Hey. Hey. Shut up.

Nick's absolutely planning on answering that question, he is, because it seems like it might be important - but also, because it might be Monroe snarking in return for trolling, which, really, is important as well - but now he's got it into his mind to move to the couch, and he has the single-minded-ness of someone well on his way to being drunk.

There was a lot of truth behind what Juliette'd thought. Not that Nick really realized it until she pointed it out and made him thought about it, but yeah. It was pretty true. Or at least, well on its way to becoming true.

"I won't," Nick promises as he stumbles after Monroe to the couch. He flops down onto it, half on the couch and half leaning against Monroe. "You're stuck with me for a really long time, now." He takes another drink of his current, dwindling beer, then frowns at Monroe.

"I was supposed to answer something for you. Oh! High likelihood." Nick laughs, then says teasingly, "I'm halfway there already, dude, don't pretend you haven't noticed."

"The art thing? Don't tell me. You've been moon lighting as a finger painter." Monroe has all kinds of faith in Nick's artistic abilities.

Has he had enough of men? Just asking. Since the topic came up. and Monroe is tempted to roll his eyes at him. "You know normally I'd point out how ridiculous it is for a Grimm to feel comfortable getting drunk and spending his time on a blutbad's couch, but I'm not even going to bother. It wouldn't bother you anyway."

"That's what they do on CSI. Figured you'd been watching them too much." Yes Monroe figures Nick snarks are witnesses and family members. He is about 30 seconds from buying Nick a pair of dark sunglasses.

"So much fun. Until one of them shows up in a red shirt. You don't need two friends at work right?" He says giving him a pointed look. He is not going to go out for drinks with Nick's friends. His control isn't at it's strongest while he's drunk. Plus he might say something about oh he doesn't know- all the cases that are Grimm related that he's been tampering with!

Come on, who doesn't like one of Portland's finest?

Except that he's not answering it. So he was just trolling him. Great.

At least she was good for something if she got Nick to start thinking about his feeling. Maybe Monroe will send her a fruit basket if things work out. And a plane ticket to the arctic. What? She doesn't get to get off easily for breaking Nick's heart even if it worked out for him in the end. Nick was still hurt.

Monroe smiles at Nick. Good. He doesn't want to lose Nick. He doesn't want to go back to being alone. "Good. And I'm holding you to that."

He really wants to pull Nick into a Hap style hug,, but he hasn't had enough to drink so he just tosses one arm over the back of the couch.

Wait what was that? He furrows his brow trying to makes sense of Nick's conversation. "You're half way there?" To being in love with me?"

There is no way he got that right. No way. Nick probably switched conversations on him. Or was thinking aloud. Right? Ow Brain.

"Fingerpainting is a highly respected art in some circles," Nick informs him. "Also, ouch, man. Ouch. Am I going to have to get out some of my drawings to show them to you?"

No, he definitely hasn't had enough of men. He especially hasn't had enough of Blutbaden men named Monroe. Nick just grins at that. "Nope. It absolutely doesn't bother me. We both know you'd never hurt me, just like I'd never hurt you."

And Nick laughs again, absently pressing his napkin to his mouth as he splits open his lip once more. He'll probably regret that in the morning, but right now, he's just too glad to be laughing so much. "I do watch CSI, actually, and I usually manage to restrain myself from chuckling too much at their inaccuracies. But I definitely don't get my policing techniques from them."

Hey, he said 'go for drinks,' not 'get drunk.' "I'll warn them not to wear red ahead of time. Tell them you have erythrophobia."

Juliette, apparently.

He's answering it! Eventually. In a few moments. Because first couch. Couch is comfy.

That's a good point. Nick would've taken a lot longer to realize what was going on if he hadn't had it pointed out to him. And considering that he's still trying to get a handle on it - it's harder now that he's been drinking a lot - that probably would have been a long time. And Nick appreciates the thought, Monroe, but his heart isn't actually broken. It's been a while since he's really loved her, whether or not he wants to admit that.

Nick smiles back, reaching out to drunkenly clink their bottles together again. "For better or worse, man. You're not getting rid of me."

Fortunately, Nick has had enough to drink for that. He reaches up with his free hand to grab Monroe's arm, draping it over his shoulders. Then he switches his beer to his other hand so he can wrap his own arm around Monroe's shoulders.

And there's another laugh at Monroe's question. "Pretty much. Dude, haven't you heard of a 'bromance'? We're in one."

And if Nick'd like to take the 'b' out of that sometimes, well, he'll keep that to himself.

He snorts. "Am I going to have to put them on my fridge?"

Really? Finally! He smiles slightly. "We're a disgrace."

He is really ok with that. He was never meant to be the pride of blutbaden kind.

Monroe can smell blood all of the sudden. He focuses on Nick. He can see that split lip. Shit. He should have been taking better care of him. Because Nick is horrible at taking care of himself. He gets up from the couch ungracefully. and makes his way to the kitchen.

"You sure? Because chasing me into my house based on no evidence looked like a scene right out of it." Come on Nick, you should have seen that one coming. And don't even try to say he didn't see that coming. He grabs an ice pack, a towel, and some more beer.

"Erythrophobia? What is that?" he asks while settling back into the couch. He moves closer to Nick than necessary and pressed the ice pack to the injuries on his face.

Monroe is pretty sure he established that she is a bitch and stupid.

Ok fine if his heart wasn't broken he'll just send her to Siberia. That's better right?

"So what? We're married now?" He wishes. A lot. But he'll settle for dating. Dating works.

And now they're cuddling. Monroe isn't sure what to do with that. He likes it. He's just not sure what to do. Should he cuddle back? Because right now all he really wants to do is kiss him. But he's still got enough of a sense of self preservation to know that he probably shouldn't do that. Probably. Maybe he should have another beer.

"Oh, right. Just a bromance. Does that mean I have to learn the bro code?" Great things just get better and better.

Monroe wishes he would too.

"Jerk." Nick shoves at him playfully. "You might not want a lot of the ones I've drawn recently on the fridge. It's mostly Wesen stuff. And you."

He smiles back. "I prefer to think of us as visionaries, man."

Nick's okay with that, too. He doesn't want to be the pride of Grimm kind, if the things he hears about other Grimms are true.

Nick is not horrible at taking care of himself. He has his napkin, okay? He's doing a good job at this whole stopping the blood flow thing. Nick frowns, making an effectual grab for Monroe when he gets up from the couch, but doesn't protest beyond some some unintelligible grumbles.

"...shut up," Nick calls into the kitchen. "I had no idea what was going on, man, it was the first and only time I didn't listen to my instincts." Yeah, yeah. He'd have a better argument for that, but beer.

"Fear of the color red," he replies, smiling brightly when Monroe returns. Oh, ice pack. Right, Nick's pretty sure he asked for one at some point. "Thanks," he says quietly, leaning into Monroe and the ice pack.

...okay, good point.

Siberia works. Somewhere far, far away is good with him.

Nick laughs at that. "Dude, in case you haven't noticed, we've pretty much been married for months now." Nick'd be pretty happy with dating, too. But he'll take what he can get.

Yeah, that was pretty much the point of moving to the couch. Well, that, and Nick doesn't have to actually hold himself upright on the couch, which gets harder the more he's had to drink. It's much easier to just flop on Monroe this way. Also, yes, Monroe should definitely cuddle back. And Nick wouldn't say no to kissing, either, though they'd have to be more careful with that.

"What do you mean 'just'? Don't minimalize our love, man. That hurts." He shifts a bit closer, pressing his knee against Monroe's. "And nah. The most important part is 'bros before hos,' anyway." Nick pauses. "And I can't believe I just said that."

Bwah. Wait go back to that. "Why are you drawing me? Did you forget what I look like? Because all blutbaden look alike?"

Seriously why is Nick drawing him?

He actually agrees with him, but won't admit it. Monroe snorts. "That's disrespectful to all visionaries."

They are. Which is why everyone is scared of him. Well everyone other that Monroe.

A napkin is not proper first aid. Monroe knows that Nick can't take care of himself. He's just going to have to shoulder that responsibility on his own. Is Nick grumbling in pain? Shit he better hurry. And take better care of him.

Yeah because telling Monroe to shut up is actually going to get him to drop it. "Oh and it just happened to be the one time someone didn't do anything. Next time you feel like tackling someone try any other blutbad."

"Fear of the- oh that's good." Nice one Nick. Monroe is pretty impressed. Even if it makes him sound pretty pathetic. But if it'll keep them from wearing red, he'll take it. Wait did he just agree to go out drinking with nick's friends.

Nick was meant to take the ice pack and put it where ever it hurt the most but fine apparently Nick couldn't take care of him self enough to do that. It's fine, Monroe can just sit like this, taking care of Nick, being all in his personal space. Actually he really can stay like this.

Monroe calls in some favors and a travel agent.

Come on Nick. Not fair. He shakes his head and smiles slightly. Yeah Monroe is the girl. "Married huh? What did you do that got you on the couch for this long?"

Monroe would rather not taste blood while kissing Nick. So he's not going to do that tonight. Or at least not until Nick's lip seals back up or he's had enough to drink that his taste buds are dead.

Monroe drops his head onto the arm Nick has around his shoulder, and somehow manages to take another drink of his beer without spilling it all over the two of them. "Me neither. And I'll make sure to memorize that rule."

And now he's sad, and disappointed in himself. Even with Nick saying it in the dumbest way possible he should have known it. And after the last time he picked hos before bros he'll never make that mistake again. He might need to tattoo it to his arm just to make sure he never messes up that badly again.

"No, actually, I remember what you look like really well." Nick sounds proud of himself for that, and he reaches up to tap the side of his head. He only just barely remembers that he's holding a beer bottle in his free hand in time, resulting in a slight tapping of that against his head as well. "Photographic memory, kind of. And I don't know. I draw what I like. Well, and what I need to, lately."

Another playful shove. "We're the new generation of visionaries. Don't knock it."

And Nick's really glad Monroe isn't scared of him. He'd prefer not to inspire fear in his best friend. Also, a napkin is so proper first aid. It's controlling the blood flow, that's good enough! ...not that he's going to object to Monroe taking care of him, Monroe can do that any time he wants.

Yeah, Nick should have known better than to try that. "Yeah, yeah. You saw how new at this I was, what would you have done? Also, for the record, I am sorry about the whole arresting thing."

Monroe should be impressed. Nick looks a little smug at that, grinning at him. "I looked it up. Figured I should be prepared." Also, yes. Yes Monroe did just agree to go out drinking with Nick's friends.

Nick doesn't want to take the ice pack. He wants to keep leaning against Monroe, because ice packs feel so much better when someone else is holding them against your face. And yes, that makes sense to him, because he's drunk. Nick likes Monroe being in his personal space, thanks.

Is it more fair if Nick is partially serious? He chuckles at that. "I don't know, but if I apologize, can I get off the couch?"

Nick figured that might be the case. He'd try to stop laughing and smiling so much that he splits the cut open again, but that might be a losing battle. Maybe in the morning.

"I can't believe a lot of the things I say when I'm drunk," Nick admits, absurdly pleased about Monroe dropping his head against Nick's arm.

But then Monroe is obviously sad, and Nick frowns, not understanding why. He does a few mental steps backwards, remembering what he'd just said, and - oh. Nick moves his free hand towards Monroe, then pauses when he sees the bottle in his hand. He stares at it for a moment, as if trying to decide what to do with it, then downs it and sets it down.

And then he's stroking his fingers through Monroe's hair. "I didn't mean it like that," Nick says quietly.

Monroe raises an eyebrow. Nick sounds really proud of that. And then he hits himself in the face with a beer bottle, and Monroe snorts. "Wait so you like drawing me? Or you need to?"

"Stop hurting yourself," he orders while moving the ice pack to cover the spot Nick just whacked. Seriously, try and say Nick can take care of himself.

"Fine we're visionaries." he's just humoring him.

Controlling the blood flow is good enough while he's being shot at. After he gets home it's not. Did Nick even put Neosporen on his wounds? Those are going to get infected and scar. Nick relies on those good looks and Monroe enjoys them. He's getting close to spoiling them.

"It's fine. At least I can say I fought a Grimm and survived." Ok they didn't fight, but he didn't have to bring that up to anyone he's bragging to. Not that he'll get the chance to brag. Everyone he still talks to knows about his friend the Grimm.

"Great now I have to go drinking with them." Ugh. Full cranky Monroe. He doesn't like socializing. Ok he does but he doesn't like to advertise it.

Monroe isn't going to complain about Nick being in his personal space. Ever. That's not true. He might complain but he'll never really mean it. And after that beer bottle whack Monroe isn't sure he trusts him with the ice pack.

Yeah but only if he lets Monroe in on that fact. He snorts. "Fine, just don't do whatever it was again."

But then they'll both be too sober to try anything.

"Does it matter? It's my fault anyway." He leans his head into Nick's hand anyway.

He's very proud of that. Also, shut up. It was a gentle tap, not a hit. "I like drawing you. You're really expressive," Nick informs him.

Nick makes a face at that, but he leans into the new spot Monroe's pressing the ice pack to. "I didn't hurt myself. I'm just a little uncoordinated right now."

And he knows that Monroe's humoring him, but Nick'll take it. "Thank you. You shouldn't argue against your visionary-ness."

Yeah, yeah, Nick took care of himself back at the station. Hydrogen peroxide, Neosporin, the works. And tomorrow he'll do a better job about not smiling too widely and breaking open the scab on his lip, okay? Right now, he just wants to be drunk and smiley. Also, Nick knew Monroe only likes him for his looks.

Nick laughs, nudging Monroe's knee with his own. "You did more than survive. You convinced a Grimm not to kill Wesen, and to mostly listen to you about everything. You've practically got a Grimm under your thumb, man."

Another grin. "You'll have fun. You're the one who said I need to get out more, that must be extra true for you." Monroe'll love going out drinking with them, and he knows it.

Nick'll see through the complaining. He usually does. Or at the very least, he'll just ignore it and continue to be right in Monroe's personal space. He likes it there. And he'd protest that he could so be trusted with the ice pack, but then Monroe might just give it to him and stop holding it there, so he'll just agree with that.

"Okay, I promise not to do whatever made you banish me to the couch again." And that absolutely means that Nick'll be crawling into bed with Monroe tonight. Good job, Monroe.

Not if they wake up in bed together.

Nick keeps running his fingers through Monroe's hair. They've never talked about this, not after that day in the station, and that's been intentional. Yes, the fact that it might have gone differently, if Monroe hadn't left, is true, and they both know it, but Nick knows that Monroe is beating himself up enough already. And Nick's never blamed him for it.

"It's not all your fault. And it might not have changed anything." Except ending with Monroe getting shot, too, and that thought is enough to make him pull Monroe a little closer.

Have one of his most what the hell are you talking about expressions. Then realizes that he making that face and almost has to agree. "Point taken."

"Uh-huh" He doesn't believe you. "It's a good thing you're staying here. I don't know what you'd end up doing on your own."

Monroe snorts again and shakes his head. He isn't exactly sure what they're talking about anymore, but he's certain Nick is an idiot.

Well it wasn't for his brains, common sense, or his sense of self preservation. Stop smiling so much. He's hurting himself. He can smile in a week.

"A Grimm under my thumb huh. Alright a tackle was worth that." He smiles slightly. Hmm having Nick under his thumb. Mind out of the gutter.

"I'm not asking you to hang out with your dinner." Remember scary blut- you know what forget it. It doesn't work on Nick anyway. "They better have something better than Paps."

Monroe lifts the ice pack to look at the bruising underneath. He gently runs his thumb across the only non bruised part of Nick's face. Well at least his face isn't swelling up. He presses it back against Nick's face.

"Good." At least Nick is learning. And he is going to protest so much to Nick sleeping in his bed. As a matter of fact he's going to protest too much. Maybe the part of his brain that complains a lot will be quiet after this much alcohol.

Do they get to cuddle?

Nick running his fingers through Monroe's hair is surprisingly comforting. He's not sure if he wants that or more importantly deserves it, but he's drunk and he doesn't care. He drops his head forward. Instead of hanging midair, his head lands on Nick's shoulder. "You don't know that."

It's good that Monroe realizes that, because Nick's just raising an eyebrow at his what the hell expression. Proving Nick's point for him, Monroe. "You're the only thing I draw anymore for the reasons I used to draw."

Nick considers protesting that, because he can so take care of himself, but he's not going to argue with it being a good thing that he's staying with Monroe. "Probably drown in the shower or something," Nick says with a grin. "So it's a really good thing I'm staying here."

Shut up. Nick is not an idiot. He's a visionary.

Ouch, man. That just hurts. Nick has a lot of brains and common sense. He didn't get this detective job based on good looks, you know. Also, no. Nick's too drunk to stop smiling. He's just happy to have a reason to smile, normally conversations like the way this one started have no where near this much smiling.

"Was it?" Nick asks teasingly. "You haven't really done much with me yet." No, mind belongs in the gutter here. It's a good place to be.

Nick raises an eyebrow at that. "Neither am I." Because people are not Monroe's dinner, go ahead and try to counter that one, Monroe. "Dude, you know me better than that. Would I go to a place that just has Paps?"

He mumbles a protest when the ice pack is lifted, but then leans slightly into Monroe's touch. Touching is nice. And then hey, ice pack again! Nick leans back into that. "You're always so good at looking out for me."

And Nick is going to ignore those protests! Because Monroe said he could not be banished to the couch anymore, which means he gets to sleep in a real bed. Monroe's bed.

All of the cuddles.

Nick slides his hand around to cup the back of Monroe's head, blunt fingernails scratching slightly at his scalp. "No," he admits. "I don't. But you don't know if it would have. Everyone makes mistakes, Monroe, everyone slips up, trusts the wrong person. For people like us, sometimes it feels like those slips lead to things that're really bad."

His fingers scratch against Monroe's head again. "For what it's worth, I've never blamed you. And I don't think he would, either."

"For the reasons you used to draw?" Nick what does that even mean? Like when he used to draw naked people back in college art classes?

"How have you survived this long?" No really. Even before Grimm work he had to chase after murderers. Nick should be dead by now.

A visionary idiot.

Well Nick could have gotten the job on good looks. And fine he has common sense. But only the detective kind. He's missing the 'don't try to pet being that think you hand would be a tasty treat'. He's missing all of that kind of sense.

"Well if I use it too much you'll be on to me. Besides who's the one with a '78 Bordeaux?" All of the mind in the gutter. Come on, he hadn't done much with him yet? Damn.

Monroe sighs but chooses to ignore the first part of Nick comment. "You wouldn't but I don't know about your friends."

See he has faith in Nick, just not his taste in friends. He's friends with Monroe isn't he.

"Someone has to be." he answers noncommittally.

Yeah Monroe isn't going to protest anymore. Nick willingly snuggling with him.

Cuddles!

"People like us?" He lifts his head up to look at Nick, clearly confused. He wasn't expecting that. But he would really like to go back to cuddling.

"He wouldn't have." he snorts, and then says affectionately. "He was an idiot like that."

It actually feels really good to know Nick doesn't blame him, even if he should. Nick had asked him to take care of Hap, watch him. Nick shouldn't have trusted him. He always said he shouldn't, but he wished Nick was right.

"For fun," Nick clarifies. "Because it calmed me down, was relaxing. Comforting." Also, yes. Just like when he used to draw naked people in college art classes.

"It's a miracle," Nick replies, with a smile that's a bit too wide around the edges. "Just because I let my guard down around you doesn't mean I do that with everyone, you know."

Homicide detective is a really hard job to get on the basis of good looks. And he has all kinds of common sense. Mad detective skills and Grimm instincts, thank you. Monroe's the only Wesen he'd ever try to pet, so there.

"Touche," he says, laughing. "But that was a while ago. You could stand to use it a bit more." Nick was very aware of the innuendo of that one, actually. He just wanted to see how Monroe'd react to it.

Nick is taking that sigh and lack of saying anything to mean he wins. "They might," he allows. "Or at least a place that doesn't serve anything better than Coors or Bud. But not when they're going out with me. They know I'm not drinking any of that crap."

His friendship with Monroe is just a piece of evidence in favor of Nick's good taste in friends, as far as Nick is concerned.

"Yeah, well, I'm glad it's you," Nick replies, smiling at him from behind the ice pack.

Good, Nick only wants to listen to so many protests while he's trying to sleep.

"People who have to deal with the kind of stuff we do," he says. "Most people, the only problems they run into are what to wear to an interview or if they can afford the electric bill. We're not like that."

Nick pulls Monroe back in, tightening the arm he's got around Monroe's shoulders and trying to guide Monroe's head back to his shoulder. "No, I think he'd just be smart enough to know there's no blame to give. And that you'd blame yourself enough for the both of us, anyway."

He strokes his hand down Monroe's back. "You shouldn't."

Monroe hums in agreement. "Like playing the cello." He means why he likes playing the cello not that Nick has magically started playing it. Even if it would be pretty awesome if Nick learned. Now Monroe is worried about what Nick has been drawing.

He snorts. "Good keep it that way. I prefer you alive."

He really doesn't want to go back to being alone. he'd miss Nick. Nick should try to take better care of himself. Monroe would prefer not to go back to the soul crushing loneliness that was his life before Nick trampled his way in.

Lucky for Nick he is ridiculously good lucking. He could get any job based off his looks. But yeah he is a good detective. Just not a very good Grimm. Yet. Monroe is working on that.

"Fine I'll start bending you to my will. Happy?" This is the weirdest Grimm ever. If he wasn't such a troll, Monroe might think he was hitting on him.

Monroe side eyes Nick. He'll believe him. For now, but he will be in so much trouble with Monroe if there is shit beer. "I better get some onion rings. More than one."

And Nick had to bully Monroe to be friends with him. Not that Monroe isn't happy he did, but clearly his method of making friends is questionable. He's not sure how Nick got to be friends with the other two cops. If they went in willingly they might just be as special as Nick. And nowhere near as endearing.

Monroe actually smiles at that. "I'm glad it's me too."

He shouldn't have said that. No admitting feeling here.

He'll shut up when Nick falls asleep. There's no point if Nick can't hear him. Once Nick is asleep Monroe gets to cuddle him.

"I hate those people," he answers grumpily.

Monroe insistently caves in and nuzzles at Nick's shoulder. He's drunk, neither of them will remember this in the morning and he's not going to turn away from comfort right now. Now when Nick is willingly hugging him. With any luck Nick will think the nuzzling is Monroe drying his eyes or something.

Monroe nods against Nick's shoulder. He's not sure if he'll ever believe any of that, but having Nick say it means a lot to him. He'd figured Nick blamed him at least a little for this.

That's all right, Nick gets what Monroe meant. He hasn't suddenly started playing it. He would, be he suspects he wouldn't be very good at it. "Exactly," Nick agrees, smiling at him. Also, he shouldn't be worried. He doesn't mind a bit of naked-ness, right?

"What a coincidence," Nick says. "So do I." Nick'd never leave Monroe alone, not as long as he can do anything about it. He doesn't want Monroe to go back to that, either. Also, you know, he doesn't want to be dead.

Well, at least Monroe will admit that Nick is a good detective. Nick's not sure he wants to be a good Grimm, though, not in the sense of what being a good Grimm means to other Grimms. He's working on finding his own definition of what a good Grimm is. And yeah, Monroe's definitely helping in that.

"Very happy." Nick is hitting on him, a little bit. But he's also drunk. "Get started on bending. Or maybe I should bend you."

Nick sees that side eyeing. Quit side eyeing him, man, he's not going to go to a place that only has shit beer. "All right, I'll get you a basket of onion rings. Will that make you happy?"

Well, see, normally people don't put up as much of a protest to having a friend as Monroe did. Usually it's meet the person, make some small talk, tell a joke or two, hang out and have some beers, and you're friends. Nick had to deal with doors almost being shut in his face and cell phones changed with Monroe. ...wait, Monroe thinks he's endearing?

And Nick smiles back, bright and happy at making Monroe smile. "There's no one better than you."

Yes he should. Admitting feelings is good sometimes, Monroe. Nick's been feeling at him all over the place, here.

Well, that's good, at least. All Nick has to do is pretend to be asleep, then, and he'll get cuddles. Nick likes this plan.

Nick chuckles softly at that, though it's mostly humorless. "Me too, sometimes."

Yeah, Nick's going to remember this in the morning. But Monroe can pretend he won't, if it makes him feeling better. Also, no, Nick doesn't think the nuzzling is just because he's drying his eyes. But he doesn't mind it. He's just glad Monroe's finding this comforting, because he doesn't really know what else to do.

He slides his hand back up Monroe's back and into his hair again, running his fingers through it absently. "You'll always be the person I trust more than anyone."

Grumble grumble yes he does! Some one might see that!

"Sometimes I wonder." Grumble! Get a sense of self preservation Nick.

He'll be a good Grimm once he stop trying to pet the wesen and learns what they all are. Then he won't need Monroe anymore. On second though be a horrible Grimm!

Monroe's jaw drops, and he sputters. Brain don't think anything!

"Yeah, they're onion rings." He smiles slightly. He wins. Now he gets onion rings.

It's not Monroe's fault that usually people that want to be friends are food. Or the boogieman. And uh, no?

He snorts. "The doctors might disagree. People with medical degrees think they're better at taking care of people than the rest of us."

Now that just sounds dirty!

See Monroe makes the best plans. Listen to them from now on.

Damn. Then Monroe needs to get Nick drunker. Because Monroe isn't going to want to mention this. Ever.

He leans into Nick's hand. "Maybe you shouldn't. I don't have the best track record."

Got one friend shot, and before that he ripped off some guys arm when he was asked to just watch Nick's aunt. Watch. Not chase after them and render limbs.

No one sees those drawings but Nick. Unless Monroe wants to see them?

"I'm not going any where, Monroe," he says, nudging at Monroe's knee with his own. Then, because that'd been a little too serious, he grins. "I'm starting to be offended that you think I'm so horrible at my job."

Hey. Hey. He doesn't pet the wesen. He only pets Monroe. Nick just tries to arrest the wesen. Usually. Also he'll always need Monroe.

No, brain. Keep thinking things. Nick laughs at Monroe's sputtering, perfectly aware of what he'd said. "I'm taking that to mean I get to choose. Bending you it is." Yeah, he's a troll. And a terrible person.

"I'm starting to wondering if you have a slightly unhealthy obsession with onion rings," Nick teases.

No, Monroe. People are not food. Stay on the wagon, man. Nick'll give him the boogeyman one, though. Also, too late. Monroe already admitted it.

"No, they're better at fixing people who're injured at sick. There's a difference between giving someone medical attention and taking care of them," Nick insists. "A doctor's not going to make sure I know what I need to know not to get my ass kicked, or come with me into the forest at night, or nag me about my sense of self preservation, or make sure I eat, or give me a place to stay, or get me drunk when my girlfriend dumps me, or hold an ice pack for me because it's so much better to have someone to hold it for you than to have to do it yourself."

Of course it sounds dirty. Nick hadn't originally intended for it to sound dirty, but he's Nick. Feelings time.

Sometimes Monroe makes good plans. Nick'll listen to them when he approves of them. ...hey, wait, pretending to be asleep to get cuddles was Nick's plan. Quit stealing Nick's plan, Monroe.

Just because Nick is going to remember this in the morning doesn't mean he's going to want to talk about it more. He's good with not talking about this particular subject again, thanks.

Nick keeps stroking his hand through Monroe's hair, staying silent for a moment as his drunk self tries to gather his thoughts. Thinking is hard when drunk, man.

"We met because I chased you into your house, tackled you, and arrested you. And you've still helped me any time I've asked. You've - you've saved my life, man, without you I would've been dead, or insane. You got beat up for helping me, and you're risking it happening again, and you didn't go running. You stuck by me. You're still sticking by me, and there's absolutely no one else I'd want with me."

Yes? No? Get back to him about that when he's sober.

"You're good at that job, it's you new one I'm worried about." Really, he's worried about Nick all of the time, but he'll admit Nick is a good detective even if he is a naive Grimm.

He doesn't pet Monroe. He would have noticed that. But at least Nick says he'll always needs him. Monroe really wants to believe him, and he's drunk. So he will.

"Well, I- Um, You" The system is down. Brain died. Help. Is he serious or not? Tell him!!!! He hates you Grimm. They still going to his bed tonight? Just asking.

"Says the guy that drinks sludge. And there's no such thing." They're onion rings!

He's working on it. He's practically tied himself to the wagon. And this time it's not the wheels.

"They charge extra for all of that." But it's good to feel appreciated. Especially by Nick when he doesn't think he's actually been doing that much. "And it's not like you aren't there for me."

He hadn't meant to say that out loud. Actually he's not entirely sure he said that out loud. Too late now. He's too drunk to care.

Damn feelings time.

That's always been Monroe's plan. Nick just doesn't know because he's asleep for the cuddles.

Nick always wants to talk about things. They are going to have to have another awkward conversation at his dining room table.

Monroe starts nuzzling Nick's shoulder again while he talks. He hadn't thought about how Nick had been thinking about all of this. He hadn't really wanted to know, but he needed to hear that. He needed to hear that Nick needed and valued him. Especially beyond just an informant. Somewhere in the middle of his thinking and nuzzling he mutters something that sounds like "Really?"

"I wouldn't want anyone else either." That means two things.

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